The after-dinner conversation took a turn toward the raunchy, with Fran and Donna recounting a few nights of drunken debauchery, both with boys and wi...hout. I must have looked a tad shocked; after all, she was my baby sister. “Don’t look so dumbfounded.” Fran said, “I’m not sixteen anymore, and, from what Donna has told me in the past, neither are you!” After polishing off the wine I had purchased plus another bottle, Fran said that it was way past her bedtime, and, winking at Donna, said. Like… a dog.” I slightly scoff.“A PET,” he said, assertively. “They can adapt to personas of bunnies, kittens. Or pups. If you prefer.” He gave me a look.Sigh.“So, the infant version of animals. Right. But, why? And how is this… sexy?” I ask.“Well, it’s more than just the kinky part of them dressing as a cute little kitten and lapping at your asshole. You are also their caregiver. You won’t be their ‘master’ as you would be in a BDSM relationship. Although, they aren’t impartial to the. "Daisy then opened the fabric covering her own vagina. She pulled the bottom of her teddy up exposing her own beautiful ass. Daisy pulled Lesley's beautiful face up into her crotch, Lesley's blue eyes looked innocent against Daisy's black bush. Lesley's voice was muffled. Lesley's legs swung from side to side as she struggled to get away. Daisy turned back occasionally to look at Lesley's long body."Your eyes look innocent don't they Legsley but look at those legs and that ass. You are not. "Sorry I snapped at you back here." You had such a mean look in your eyes. I was just trying to help. I never saw you look like that."I sighed. "I'm just adapting to the local mannerisms. So they won't think I'm from out of town."She settled down, not speaking.I said, "This morning you were going to tell me something. You said it could wait." It's still waiting."I kept my eyes on her patiently.Finally she looked at me. "Why did it take you nine years to get so hot and excited with me? And then.